Isabel. Bay Area. Salvadoreña 🇸🇻
A part of healing is remembering that you can make a different choice next time. Sometimes this in itself is the lesson.
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i wanna hug someone and roll around w them in my bed and bury my face in their chest and smell them and jus feel their arms around me
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One day I wanna be rich enough that I can just like. Give away hundreds of thousands of dollars every year in like scholarships or grants or whatever. That when I see someone make a post like “hey can I get $50 for groceries” I can just donate $1000. Or tip my server their rent money. Like that’s the dream
i actually think about this all the time
oh man or call the hospital and pay off all the delinquent accounts. Or buy a bunch of contracts from a collections agency and pay them off then call the people and be like, ‘yeah no worries.’ Or go to a used car dealership and pay for five or six cars and just be like, “Yeah the next person who comes in and needs a car, this one’s theirs for free.” Or like spend all day on go-fund-me and fill them up.
Money is wasted on the rich.
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